places of power

PLACES OF POWER

Cameron Lake
Something lurks in this Vancouver Island lake. Human groups and Garou both have heard whispers and seen things, but neither have gotten a clear look at whatever it is; mortal cryptozoologists speculate a sea serpent or giant fish, while Garou rumour holds that it's one of the Mokole in hiding. A few Children of Gaia speak in hushed whispers that they think the beast is one of the feared Formor dubbed Unicorn in a mockery of their majestic totem, but nothing solid has surfaced despite video and Umbral investigation both. No matter what lives here, though, the Gauntlet around the lake is thin considering its proximity to roads and human settlements, and the Umbra across holds the spiritual resonance of countless doomed vehicles that have plunged into the icy depths.
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Forbidden Plateau
Long ago, this was the site of a Croatan caern, though now it lies dormant and abandoned. The other pure tribes are reluctant to go near it, stating that the Uktena and Croatan worked together long ago to seal a great bane beneath the plateau, and that to disturb the site is a risky venture at best. So far, no other tribes have reclaimed the dormant caern and even the forces of the Wyrm have left a wide berth around the haunted stretch of land.
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Cathedral Grove
Home to one of the oldest caerns on Vancouver Island, the Sept of the Skybound Cedar has been under Garou control since 1140, passing hands from the Uktena to the Children of Gaia over the years. Many of the trees of the Grove are old and powerful, many carrying their own ancient spirits gained from a life long lived, and even those felled by nature and man both still stand tall and strong in the Umbra. But the tree spirits of the grove are not all peaceful; the spirit of an ancient redcedar roams the woods after the human-caused death of its worldly body, a potent Naturae war-spirit the Garou have named Scrapes-the-Sky. This old cedar-spirit is elusive and dangerous, and woe betide those mortals with ill intent that wander too deep into the woods, for the gauntlet is thin and the spirit is furious.